A simple and awesome anthem to sing into your weekend for day 136 of the 2014 Song-a-Day Challenge with Lisa Goettel. For more information about the 2014 Song-a-Day Challenge visit: thebirdsings.com/songaday

As far as I know, this song is in the public domain. Sing and share away. Arrangement copyright Ysaye Barnwell.

May our singing heal, inspire and connect us all.


Day 136: We Are The Ones

Song a week 2025 #15 - 

Prompt: "Stream"

I started with a stream of consciousness babbled into my phone while I was driving down the highway.  However, I couldn't hear the words very well on my recording, so I rewrote it. It's no longer stream of consciousness, but it's about streams, nonetheless.



Flowing Going Down

Copyright 2025 Erin Wolf
Song A Week - Week 28

Photo: A cross against the sunset reflecting off of Long Lake in Belle Plaine, WI, June 2025

that moment when a song that was never meant to be shared has grown to become a beloved staple by many over the course of nearly 15 years...

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fifteen years, o my Lord
fifteen years, o my Lord
and i talked to You about the seasons
woah, i sang to You about the seasons

never saw all that was coming
didn’t know if they would hear or listen
didn’t know we’d be frozen in time
didn’t know, didn’t know we would stand the test of time

as we sang, “O God, You are holy”
O God, my God, You are holy
O God, my God, You are holy

and that’s what we sang, 
O God, You are holy

O God, You Are Holy

Copyright Erin Wolf 2025
Song A Week - Week 28

Photo: Country roads in North-central(ish), WI, June 2025

Written & recorded at St. John's Episcopal Church, New London, WI, July 19, 2025

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my love, my heart
crumbling apart
as I drive down back 29

driving farther away
from the memories
and everything that we had been building back

my love, my heart
i can’t stand to part
with everything, all the dreams we had

and you, my world
i had given all
then i found you gave it back

my love, my heart
crumbling apart
caught up in a tilt-a-whirl

i thought it would be 
something new, something real
then i found i was left out in the dark

you never saw
past all the things that
you found were obstacles in the path

and instead of saying anything
you decided nothing
was good enough to stay

ay yay
ay yay
good enough to stay

but, my love, my heart
i will find a way through
i will find the light to get me through
these all

second heart will not break down
forever, won’t back down never
ever will fully be broken down

might take me, but i’ll rebound
and return
return

my love, my heart
they may have broken apart
but i know how to put the pieces back

My Love, My Heart

Chorus:

Beneath the ice, the truth it lies

Buried deep the secret dies

They say it’s just ice and stone

But something’s there, we’re not alone

The cold don’t care, the frost won’t speak

Playing games of hide-n-seek

No blues no reds just endless white

Something is stirring beneath the night



Verse 1:

I sailed past the edge where the maps run cold

The ancient wind whispers tales untold

Snow fell like ash on a ghost-white sea

And the silence started talkin’ to me



Chorus:

Beneath the ice, the truth it lies

Buried deep the secret dies

They say it’s just ice and stone

But something’s there, we’re not alone

The cold don’t care, the frost won’t speak

Playing games of hide-n-seek

No blues no reds just endless white

Something is stirring beneath the night



Verse 2:

Shadow moved where the sun don’t shine

Trembles ran through the fault-line

Footprints froze in a place that no one  goes

From the ice came a evil glow



Bridge:

They warned us all to leave it be

Knowledge comes with a hidden fee

But I crossed the line, I dug too deep

Now the secret’s mine to keep



Break:



Chorus:

Beneath the ice, the truth it lies

Buried deep the secret dies

They say it’s just ice and stone

But something’s there, we’re not alone

The cold don’t care, the frost won’t speak

Playing games of hide-n-seek

No blues no reds just endless white

Something is stirring beneath the night

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If any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, “He holds her dear,”
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! ’twas bitter wrong
If he could pass her by
With an indifferent eye.
Whereon I wrote and wrought,
And now, being grey,
I dream that I have brought
To such a pitch my thought
That coming time can say,
“He shadowed in a glass
What thing her body was.”
For she had fiery blood
When I was young,
And trod so sweetly proud
As ’twere upon a cloud,
A woman Homer sung,
That life and letters seem
But an heroic dream.

W.B.Yeats

A Woman Homer Sung

WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?

I love your meads, and I love your flowers,
And I love your junkets mainly,
But 'hind the door, I love kissing more,
O look not so disdainly!

I love your hills, and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
But O, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!

I'll put your basket all safe in a nook,
Your shawl I'll hang up on this willow,
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye,
And kiss on a grass-green pillow.

J.Keats

Where be ye going, you Devon maid?

Took a week off, but we back with something glitchy

Today

Copyright Erin Wolf 2025
"I Don't Know What I'm Doing Here"

Song A Week - Week 32

Photo from & Song recorded in Random Lake, WI, August 2025

rain is comin' 
mosquitos biting
cicadas singing in the night
wind is hummin' 
thunder growling
i can't sleep for it all

'cuz i don't know
what i'm doing here
no, i don't know 
what i'm doing here

on the porch just sitting
waiting on somethin'
trying to figure it all out
lightning bugs are gigglin'
the dogs are howling
and the children running 'round 'til the street lights come on

i still don't know 
why i'm here
no, I still don't know 
what i'm doing here

oooh the tales and stories
coming down along the way
i don't know where we're going now
i guess we'll face the day either way

hot summer nights
dew drops ringing
every footstep's echoing
do i stay or do i
run away
try to find what it is i'm doing here

I Don't Know What I'm Doing Here

Verse:1

He came in quiet on the morning train

Guitar in hand trying to dodge the rain

Nobody asked, and he didn’t explain

Just nodded once and slipped down Main Street



Chorus:

They don’t know him yet, or the stories he hides

The towns he’s left, or the tears he’s cried

Ain’t from around here, but he acts like he is

He’s a legend in his own mind



Verse 2:

He strums along at the local bar

Same three chords with an empty tip jar

Folks hear the sound of his lonely guitar

What makes him think he’s gonna be a star someday



Bridge:

There was a band and a girl out West

 shot at the big time, but he failed the test

What’s left behind that still leaves a mark

Now he plays in the shadows, afraid of the dark



Verse 3:

His disappearance seemed to be well timed

Left nothin’ but some old shoes behind

Some say he’s chasing a ghost he can’t find

But he’s always been runnin’ from his own mind games



Chorus:

They don’t know him yet, or the stories he hides

The towns he’s left, or the tears he’s cried

Ain’t from around here, but he acts like he is

He’s a legend in his own mind

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
         Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
         Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
         Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

John Keats

Flowing Going Down

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